Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Morning Cuddles

I tell myself that as the mother, I hold the power in the relationships with my daughters. You know, they same way you like to tell yourself little lies to make you feel in control.

Then, 3am rolls around and my oldest wakes up. My initial response is an instruction to get back in bed, it’s not awake-time yet after all. To which she responds that she wants to cuddle. I reach in my bag of mom-arguments and come up empty. Minutes later, my left arm falls asleep as I listen to the rhythm of her breath. 

Well played, daughter. Well played.

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